Monday, October 25, 2010

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Please accept my apology for the delay in posting the winner to Butts and Ashes first, and possibly last, GIVEAWAY. I had a seven day work week last week, a storm blew through Oklahoma, I couldn't do anything with my hair and a million other excuses. Anyway, without further ado, drum roll please. The winner of the CSN $45 gift certificate is....

Congratulations tammigirl! It's not everyday you can tell people a pooping chicken brought you such luck.

To keep this all legal, above board and copastetic﻿, look it up youngsters, here are the pictures of that miserable, I mean, amazing day.

Brian Miller had a great idea to print each entry's Blogger picture to be pooped on. I, of course, thought this was a brilliant idea. I also, of course, waited until the last minute to print said pictures. No ink in the printer. So we did this instead.

Then we taped them all together like this. Classy, huh?

When I opened the front door to head to the barn, this is what I saw.

"A few drops of rain, no worries," thought I.

Seconds later, it turned into this.

There was no way I was running to the barn carrying paper so I loaded up the car with grandkids and dogs and off we went for our long journey to the barn.

I had to drive all the way down the driveway,

turn left at the gate,

finally arriving at the barn. It was harrowing.

After carrying kids, dogs, the pooping papers and moving chickens into the barn, I looked like this

and the grid looked like this.

We finally got the chickens to go to the inside coop so we layed the grid down, ready for the pooping to commence.

As chicken fate would have it,

they all ran to the corners refusing to go anywhere near the terrifying foreign object.

At this point, we realized the gate had not been secured behind us when, before we could say Colonel Sanders, Seamus grabbed a chick and headed out the door. Feeling madder than a wet hen at this point, I grabbed the marauding Seamus, lifted the chick from his drooly grip and proceeded to curse all of you for not stopping me from deciding to have a chicken poop on your name to pick a winner for Butts and Ashes first and probably last GIVEAWAY.

Hannah, my three year old granddaughter started throwing chicken feed on the grid, singing "Here chickie, chickie," as I sat on the dirt floor of the coop with my head in my hands wondering if I should just start a new blog under an alias.

Suddenly, there was interest

and eating

and more interest

with a winner finally chosen.

I have three final things to say.

One, if I EVER get another great idea like this, please, somebody stop me.

Two, did anybody notice there was no longer an attacking rooster in the coop? Can you say, "Chicken dinner?"

Now Marla you know I am laughing out loud! I am just so glad no one is home :) Those chickens did a good job in picking Tammigirl! Yay for her, even though they missed me I still enjoyed their, & your, efforts . I am feeling a little bad about the chicken I had for lunch after this. :) Not too bad... but you know :)

You are the most dedicated woman I have ever not met. You went above and beyond the call of poopy duty. I really cannot BELIEVE you went on with the challenge on a day like that. I read in the paper yesterday that the Midwest got hit with something like a 100-year storm this week, and I thought of you. And I now discover that THIS is what you were doing while the storm hit. You are either insane or a saint. Your granddaughter is a genius. You need to keep her near you at all times.

Why Butts and Ashes?

No, I am not a smoker although I have given it consideration during times of great stress. I was bemoaning to a friend one day that my life seemed to come down to two things, butts and ashes. Having somehow been elected the family caregiver for most of my life, I can assure you, I have seen a great deal of both.
So, this blog is about just that.....life and loving the people in it.....from end to end.